Incest stories, I Finally Got To Fuck My Mom… At twenty-two years old, I’ve thought about a lot of girls. I’ve masturbated to a lot of girls. I’ve thought about having sex with a lot of girls and just hoping that one day I could finally be able to get the chance to do it. But the main girl that I would always come back to was my mom.
I’m not sure what it was, but the thought of having sex with my mom would always get me harder quicker than thinking of anyone else. It was only her that I lived with. My dad wasn’t in the picture, so me and her had been pretty close. But I remember a couple of things that may have fueled my lust for her…
1. One day she was wearing a red satin dress that was pretty revealing, and I just couldn’t stop staring at her cleavage. She noticed the direction of my eyes and told me to stop staring at her breasts before readjusting herself.
2. I kind of walked in on her when she was with a guy. I went upstairs and opened her bedroom door, which was locked at the top. I forget what that kind of lock is called, but it’s the kind where you can still pretty much open the door, just not all the way. She said they were gonna watch the movie Joy Ride, and that I was welcome to come up and watch it with them. I told them I was gonna stay downstairs on the computer, but I eventually got bored and decided to come upstairs. So I was peeking in, and she was on top of a guy. She was fully clothed, but I still… wished she was on top of me. It was an image that I never got out of my head, just like the first one. I don’t know if they were about to have sex or what, but they noticed me watching and told me to shut the door, and I went back downstairs.
3. I was turned away from my mom once, and when I had turned around, I swear I got a glimpse of her breasts. She had been readjusting her shirt when I was turned around.
4. She would always take her bra off and pull it out from under her shirt and just throw it on the ground. It was usually something she would do after she got off work. I don’t know if many women do that, but I always thought it was kind of weird that she would do that in front of her son.
5. Just the way my mom treated me made me desire her. She is very controlling. She’s one of those overbearing mother types that always has to be there. But she’s also very… bipolar? She’s never actually been diagnosed as being bipolar, but she has mood swings a lot. And I feel like I’ve kind of been emotionally abused by her most of my life. But she is also very loving. She says “I love you” quite frequently, and she hugs me pretty often.
So I guess it’s a combination of those things that have sparked my desire for her. And it is those things that have made me think of her and masturbate to her. I’ve had a few sessions when she was gone where I would sniff her bras and panties. Or I would wrap them around my dick and masturbate with them. The same thing I would do with certain shirts and bottoms of hers. Other days, I would masturbate to pictures of her she had on the computer or laying around the house.
Now somewhere along the lines, I think I developed somewhat of an Oedipus complex. That whole thing where you’re said to want to kill your father to take possession of your mother. I never really wanted to kill anyone, but I did want my mom to myself. When I was in high school, she started dating this guy. And ever since they started dating, I felt like I started not being as close to my mom as I had been. I always felt uncomfortable when he was around. I just kind of wanted them to break up, but they eventually ended up getting married after being together for a couple of years. And then he moved in with us. And I feel like that made me even less closer to her. I just wanted things to go back to how they were. I just wanted my mom back…
I know I haven’t really described what my mom looks like yet, and I’m not going to. You can picture her however you want. But my mom is a goddess. I know that sounds pretty corny, but that’s just how I feel. Like I said, she’s the only one who can always get my dick up. She doesn’t look like a porn star or anything. I’m not trying to say I have the hottest mother one can possibly have, because I don’t. She looks normal, if anything. But my lust for her is relentless. So to me, she is the hottest there is. She’s been my one big fantasy.
Now, instead of just masturbating to pictures of clothed women like I’d been doing most of the time, I’m masturbating to actual hardcore porn. With the majority of it being incest porn. My innocent masturbation had turned into something more. I try my hardest to find actual incest porn and not just the fake kind with actors. Sometimes I’m not sure what’s real and what isn’t, but I can’t imagine any of it being real. I can’t imagine anyone actually filming themselves fucking their mothers and not worrying about who would see it. But my favorite porn star would have to be Rachel Steele. She does all of these fake incest videos, but she’s the closest thing I can get to watching incest with a realistic storyline. And she just reminds me of my mother. From her voice, to her personality, to in some ways her body structure. I just always picture her being my mother, or I picture myself fucking my own mother. And I wanted to figure out a way to do it.
Two years ago, I was staying over at my cousin’s house a lot during that winter, because I didn’t like being at home. I was severely depressed, and I was just tired of getting into it with my mom. I was twenty years old, with no job, still living at home with my mom and step-dad. A lot of the times I would get into it with her about wanting to take my car out, but she wouldn’t let me leave a lot of the times. She always wanted me to do things her way, and if I didn’t, she would make my life miserable. But while I was at my cousin’s house… (Keep in mind, I went like a whole week or two without masturbating. There have only been like three times in my life where I’ve went that long. The longest I’ve ever went since discovering masturbation was three weeks). But while I was over there, I started thinking about my mom. I just wanted to go home. I was really horny, and I wanted to figure out a way to have sex with my mom. I wanted to finally fulfill my lasting fantasy. So I thought long and hard about it that night, about what I was going to do. I recited it in my head over and over until I got it right.
First, I texted my mom the next day and asked if my step-dad was home. He wasn’t. He was at work. He works for the railroad, so if he’s gone, he’s usually gone for awhile. And now that I had a plan, I was ready to go home. When I got home, I asked when my step-dad would be home, and she said in a day or two. Perfect.
So I took a shower and brushed my teeth, and I did everything to prepare. I put clothes in the washer, and I put on my old gym shorts. Something easy to slip on and off. Then, I got on the computer.
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